In everyone's expectant eyes, the miracle... the miracle did not happen.
The soul lamp is like a stone and has no sensitivity to ordinary fire.
The young man from the Hu family suddenly cried and said: "No, it can't be done? Then didn't I get strangled to death in vain?"
"Where's that ghost general who just said he would pay me with his life..."
Haogui Xin Lianshan: "Fuck..."
At this time, the disaster was not in the mood to listen to their nonsense, and was eager to study the lamp.
Again, he didn't want the young Hu family to die because of him - he could still take good care of them even after death.
After trying a few more times, Chen looked annoyed when he found that the lighter was indeed ineffective.
"Damn it, this is unscientific!"
"Is your little lamp out of oil? What kind of oil did you put in it?!"
As he spoke, the man held the soul lamp in his hand and shined it against the sun.
"Little Cocoon, go find some gasoline and let's pour it in and try it."
Hearing what the disaster said, the young man from the Hu family wanted to cry even more. Of course, this time he was crying for himself.
"Major General, don't make trouble. There's no place for gasoline in the Soul Lantern... You can't even put aviation kerosene in it..."
"Really?" Huoshan was stunned when he heard this: "If you can't put gasoline, what about bleeding?"
After that, he didn't talk nonsense. He stabbed the Hu family young man's body while it was still warm and could bleed.
Everyone: "..."
"Major General, just let him bleed. Do you need to wipe his neck?"
"Would this make it harder to resurrect others?"
Chen: "I'm sorry, I'm used to watching pigs being slaughtered..."
However, after being soaked with blood, the soul lamp still couldn't be lit, like a damp straw.
Even if the disaster added his own blood and the blood of Wicked Cocoon one after another, it still wouldn't work.
"Holy shit, it's really over?!"
As a great "inventor" and the most curious explorer, Chen obviously will not give up easily.
He hooked his fingers at the two Soul Holders who were hiding aside and squatting on the ground drawing circles.
"Can you two come over here for a moment and help us find out what's going on?"
The seducer didn't dare to neglect, and immediately came forward with a charming smile on his face.
"Major General, if you want to resurrect this Hu Jiaxian, you don't have to go to such trouble."
"He died violently... His death was so unexpected, so unexpected... His life was not yet over."
"As long as you keep writing a note, we will take it and explain the situation to Marshal Leopard Tail, and you can just recite a spiritual spell or something."
Having said this, Gui Cha turned his head and looked at the body of the Hu family young man who fell to the ground.
"Besides, you have to help him stop the bleeding quickly, otherwise even the gods won't be able to save him when the blood dries up..."
After hearing this, the fastest action was the soul of the young man from the Hu family.
He suddenly jumped up to his body and reached out to press the horrific wound on his neck.
"Who has the golden sore medicine? Can you borrow some from me first? I'm causing trouble to everyone..."
For "trivial matters" such as treating injuries, of course the disaster would not do it himself, he would just leave it to the ghost Xin Lianshan.
After all, he is now connected with the youth of the Hu family.
Continuing to study the soul lamp, a series of pictures suddenly flashed through Huaxian's mind.
She once again transformed into a eunuch...a palace maid...whose identity she had, standing behind Hua Jiunan.
The mountains and plains in front of him were filled with all kinds of ancient gods and ancient beasts, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Looking at the soul lantern in his hand, Huo Xi subconsciously touched Hua Jiu Nan in the picture.
"Well, boss, can you help us light this little lamp?"
With the touch, Hua JiuNan in the picture, Hua JiuNan in the mysterious place, in front of the gate of hell, and the first life all felt the same.
They even spoke subconsciously.
"Can you just do some small things yourself?"
Then they all shook their heads fondly, raised their hands, and the sun and moon shone in their eyes.
"The soul is back!"
After the words were spoken, the soul lamp of the young man of the Hu family was instantly rekindled.
And it is much brighter than before... just like the difference between a firefly and a bright moon...
